This is a song about "Dark horses"

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

I talk to myself in the dark

Rejected to insanity and profane attempts at a life in the dark

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Last of a dying breed

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Sometimes i enlighten myself when my minds dark

You start seeing they long face like horses

To this corner office is so enormous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

The vacancy that sat in my heart